Bab 461: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [3] Celeste's Worry

In the heart of Central Vedelia, a lone figure stood before the towering Holy Tree of Eden—a young beautiful woman of late teenage years. She wore a dress-like armor of light blue. Her hair, pure white as fresh snow, was tied in a high ponytail, its silken strands swept back to stay clear for future battles.

It was Celeste.

But today, the usual brightness in her teal-blue eyes had dimmed, giving way to a quiet sadness. She stretched out a hand, fingers brushing lightly over one of the countless roots that emerged from the Holy Tree of Eden, a web of living branches sprawling like veins through the sacred ground. As her hand made contact, a faint tremor ran through her, as if she had entered a strange harmony with the tree itself. Its essence pulsed faintly under her touch, and in that moment, she could feel it—an echo of its ancient heart, a whisper of its memories, and something more… emotions.